Monster Breeder

140. Sweetness and Dust

“Lady Mayoress, Mistress Spindle requests your presence,” the black-and-white haired mouse from earlier interrupts. “If I may, she says it’s worth your time.”

Putting Cottontail down, I straighten my Dark Magic lingerie and stride forward to follow, “Spindle is always worth my time. Everyone, prepare yourselves to fight the Elder Tree. I’ll be back in a minute to lead the charge.”

With that, I depart to find out what has my Wicked lover so agitated.

It turns out Spindle has every reason to call for backup.

The corner of the pavilion ceiling that Spindle claimed for herself as a nest has transformed into a scene of chaos. Women of all races, bunnies, mice, a Dire Wolf girl, Hobs, and Harpies are all scrambling with their chests covered. The cause of their boobie distress? A swarm of buzzing infants!

They appear as large babies with fat, transparent wings, black-and-yellow-striped fur on their collars, wrists, and ankles, antennae sprouting from their hair, insectoid feet, and two pairs of arms with chitin-covered humanoid hands. Their skin tones come in a variety of hues, their hair in either golden curls or shocks of black. Also, they’re cute as all heck and hungry as fuck.

That’s why all the women are running and screaming while ducking for cover—their chests are at risk!

“Sorry, but I’ve got no milk—eep!”

Bee girls swarm a bunny and lift her into the air, dragging the young woman back to their burgeoning hive. Spindle perches on her web amid the chaos as her charges build honeycombs on the ceiling, her chest so thoroughly wrapped with silk as to be impenetrable, a Bee girl slightly larger than the others in her arms. The infantile swarm proceeds to encase their captured prey in wax alongside a Harpy and a Goblin, leaving breasts accessible and faces free to breathe.

“Ah, Lady Vermillion, how fortuitous is your arrival!” Spindle exclaims, “She was wondering whether she’d have to tie up her charges to prevent further escalation.”

My wings thrum, lifting me into the air to visit the swarm’s hive, and the infants immediately notice me along with the tantalizing Allure of my prodigious bosom. I’m crawling with the terrible tikes in seconds as they jostle one another for access to my breasts. Then the biggest Bee girl, a honey-gold blond with soul-piercing blue eyes, parts the crowd with her approach. The others respectfully give their leader space as she lands on my chest, slicing through my purple bra with a summoned stinger blade before latching onto my nipple and taking a long draught of my satiating, nutritious milk. I cradle her head while she suckles, letting her wings relax while in my embrace.

Before my eyes, the infant in my arms appears to age months in seconds, getting visibly bigger with each gulp of dairy.

“How fast are they growing?!? Is this normal?”

Spindle nods, “For insectoid monsters, it is. They may develop to maturity within a week or two given an ample supply of sustenance.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.” A thought occurs to me. “If the only issue is that they’re hungry, why didn’t you feed them?”

“This body is incapable of producing anything so wholesome as mother’s milk. Spindle’s lactation is alcoholic.”

It has an ABV!?! “Damn, why didn’t we try that out last night???”

“It’s also saturated with corruption.”

“Oh.” That’s too bad. Good thing Spindle was ordered to properly nurture the girls instead of transforming them into abominations. “Well, at least I can handle it. Maybe I’ll get a buzz?” LOL. “Next time.”

“Next time,” Spindle agrees with a warm, mirthful nod.

I proceed to break out the captured women from their waxen prisons with the butt of my spear, Spindle catching them with sticky thread and depositing them on the pavilion floor. The Sweet Bee girls seem mollified by my abundant lactation and don’t fight me on this as long as I continue to let the milk flow.

Gasping and sighing with satisfaction, the lead bee girl releases my teat and returns to Spindle’s loving arms before promptly falling asleep. The remainder of the Sweet Bees dive headlong into my bosom where they struggle briefly over a pecking order, then tuck in with gusto. So cute! It’s odd, but this is the first time I’ve suckled real babies. Well, they’re practically toddlers after taking their fill, but the point stands.

I’m a mommy!

“Vermillion, your joy warms this Webling’s cold and desiccated heart.”

I look at the sleeping girl in her arms and give her a gentle smile, “Spindle, I know your heart beats like any of ours, and you’ve got plenty of love to shower on these precious little monsters.”

The Wicked Weaver titters, “Yes, she may be a bad influence after all if she spoils them properly.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Lady Alex, I beg your leave,” Kani says from below.

I descend to level with the crab girl delegate from the Western Sea, speaking while continuing to nurse Sweet Bee after Sweet Bee. “You’re departing so soon? We’d love to have you on the second Elder Tree raid.”

The dark-skinned Cancer bows regretfully, “I must report to my Lady Ariella. She needs to know what transpired here, and the status of the surface.”

That’s true. I can’t visit her today, but I swear I’ll be coming soon! “Can I offer you anything before you go?”

“Ahem. I’ve already obtained some refreshment that should allow me to reach the sea,” Kani says as she licks something thick and creamy from her cheek. That’s when I see Cottontail wobbling away from us bowlegged and know the crab girl got a salty treat to start her day.

“Farewell, Kani,” I say, giving her a goodbye kiss laced with Bunny flavor.

The blushing maiden retreats into her crustaceous lower half to resume the complete appearance of a giant crab as she scuttles away from the rising sun.

While one woman departs, another approaches me.

“Lady Alex, what would you have the new Warren do today?” Lois the Mouse Matron asks me. She’s a tiny milf, sporting extreme proportions with comparatively huge breasts and wide hips, with a dormouse’s furry tail. “I have a report on our grain and seed storage levels (we shouldn’t overtax the Fruit Nymphs when we can feed ourselves), the progress of digging the New Warren’s residential, and a map of the pit traps surrounding Fieldton. Cottontail said I should speak with you before making any decisions, and that she preferred to stay out of the nitty-gritty details of running a community. Peter was much the same…”

Did she basically handle everything in the old Warren? I guess Peter was busy with breeding all the time and controlling his Molemen offspring.

“As am I, Matron,” I state plainly, “I’d prefer if someone with your, uh, let’s say wealth of logistical knowledge, makes sure everything runs smoothly in my absence. I’ll be spending most days adventuring, after all. With Aello providing security, I think we can be confident leaving Field Town in your capable hands.”

She bows, making her breasts flop about tantalizingly. Some of the bee girls are almost tempted away despite my dairy offering's superior nutrition. “Thank you so much!”

“I will take that map, though.” Seems like it’s drawn on onionskin. “Please have copies distributed to my companions, and especially Gabby.” She’ll be able to memorize it instantly.

“Of course, Lady Mayoress. Is there some way we should prepare for the war?”

“Hmm,” I consider. “Send for Suka’s companion, Moka.”

“At once!” the lop-eared bunny from before who’d been hanging around the periphery volunteers and dashes away before I can say another word, a piebald mouse girl trailing close behind.

“Who was that?” I ask when the pair are gone.

“Diane, Lady Mayoress, and her partner, Tricia. I heard she engaged in some rather extreme perversion with my daughters last night. She’s a fine young bunny if you’ve got your eye on her…”

“Oh, no, not in particular.” I just figured I should learn her name if she’s auditioning for a retainer position under my girls. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking, we should gather all the younglings scattered about Fuzzy Field today.”

“The Field Fuzzies?” Lois eyes me with curiosity. “But they sustain themselves on gleaning, small insects, and nutritious roots. I realize it’s not the parenting style I preferred, but free love and letting our offspring roam has been the method that ensured our Warren’s survival through multiple Incursions.”

I nod, letting another full and sleepy Bee girl ascend to Spindle’s web, “Yes, but that was then, and this is now. There’s no telling how widespread the destruction will be from this battle, not to mention the threat of Servitors pouring out of Harpy Mountain at any moment. I won’t allow the Fuzzies to come to harm if I can prevent it.”

Lois tears up. “Bless you, Lady Alex. Bless you. The Warren hasn’t had a leader like you since long before Peter’s time. Our records are fragmented at best, but my grandmother told me of our golden age under the previous Patriarch, Thumper. This Region was once ours before the Mega Warren shattered and this land fell into the hands of Harpies, Wolves, Ogres, and Treefolk.”

Before I can ask further about ages past, Moka finds us with Diane guiding her. “How can I be of service, Lady Alex?” The Dust Bunny proudly wears her newly acquired Playmate outfit, a shiny gold against her chocolate skin and cocoa powder hair.

“Is it true the Desert Warren employs diggers such as yourself?” I heard about this late last night.

“That’s right,” the dark-toned bunny girl replies with a nod that showers the area about her with a fine powdery dust. “They excavate and stabilize the tunnels beneath the ever-shifting sands. It’d be impossible for us to safely burrow at scale without them. I can do the same for this Warren.”

“Excellent. How long would it take to dig a straight line to my Hometown?”

Moka considers for a few seconds, doing mental math before replying, “Several days. Maybe a week.”

“That long?” I’m disappointed. “We’ll need lots of food in the near future. Securing a safe, reliable connection with my Hometown will be essential to ensuring that.” I’ll be able to fly a few people back with me, or even clear the majority of enemy forces in Charlatan Forest, but there’s no road and no guarantee travelers won’t be attacked by roaming monsters. That’s nothing compared to opening a truly uncontested path. “Is there any way I can speed things along?”

“Your old home is a few hours of walking away, Lady Alex. That’s a lot of digging. The sheer volume of earth to be displaced boggles the mind!”

Darn it, but she’s right. Was this always a pipedream, or…?

“It may not be as difficult as you assume,” Lois begins, getting both of our attention, “The ancient Mega Warren’s network of tunnels once sprawled from the Western Sea to the fabled city in the east and as far south as the Dark Wood. While the majority of those pathways have collapsed or become blocked, severing our connection with the other Warrens, there may be long straightaways already cleared that we could unblock and reconnect with our home.”

Moka reconsiders, “That has the potential to shave days of work from our load, but I still can’t imagine making it all the way there practically by myself anytime soon.”

Smiling, I retort, “That’s where I come in.”

*Selected Goblin Stature!*

*Selected Mole-man Summon Shovel!*

At my shrunken Goblinoid height, the shovels I summon are scaled to my size. There’s no known limit to the number of shovels I can produce, and I know from experience that they last a day before vanishing with the sunrise. I stop at a couple of dozen shovels after proving my point anyway because I realize there’s no practical way for more bunnies to assist with the project simultaneously.

*Selected Orc Stature!*

Now, I’m back to my normal size, Moka and Lois staring slack-jawed at the stack of shovels. “What do you think?”

The chocolate bunny girl nods emphatically, showering everything with plumes of dust like clouds of powdered dandruff. “This is… With these…” her expression solidifies with determination, “Lady Alex, we’ll meet you in your Hometown tonight, and you can fly us home.”

I place a reaffirming hand on her shoulder, “It’s a promise.”